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...Must come down.
        He'd been flying high for weeks with the announcement that he'd become a father. Sure, there were some days when he wasn't feeling up to par, but it was in no way, shape or form related to his future son or daughter. Rather, they were everday things, work-related stress, the occasional headache from clenching one's teeth in one's sleep. In all reality, he was thrilled beyond belief; his every thought was occupied with what to fill the nursery with: all manners of toys and little pop-up books, tiny blankets and diapers, miniature shoes, clothing, mittens, bright, brilliant colors and a tinkling mobile danging over the crib. Often he'd imagined himself feeding the baby, changing the diapers, or simply walking around with the little, squirming bundle in his arms. He'd often caught himself humming old lullabyes he remembered from his youth, and laughed accordingly. He wasn't one to remenisce.
And then, it was over.
        Perhaps it just wasn't meant to be between Honnete and himself. He'd done whatever he could to stay by her side, but there was always something pushing him back. They were still getting to know each other when she'd announced her pregnancy, and he was rightfully thrilled; he was ready to settle down and be the family man he always knew he was meant to be. But there were things getting in the way of that dream. Other things and other people. No matter how well his intentions may have been in his own eyes, Axel did little to help the situation between Aramis and his fiancee. He'd often spent more time spying on Aramis than lending Honnete an ear or a hand to show his support. Every day, it seemed, Aramis recieved a new threat by Axel: I'll tell Honnete I saw this, or I'll tell her you said that. Axel's constant badgering played on Honnete's jealousy and doubts, and it came to the point that no matter what Aramis said or did, she always seemed to be smiling at him through a mask. It had come to the point where Aramis couldn't take it anymore. He was tired of Axel's constant threats and Honnete's ever-lasting depression, and a broken household was no place to raise a child.
The engagement had been broken off, and they went their separate ways.
        Still, Aramis told Honnete he'd still come by every day to visit. He'd still do what he could to take care of her and the baby. And even with this vow, she'd packed up her things and moved out of her house to live in the second floor of a Goddamned bar until the baby was born. Moreover, she'd moved in with another man. Friend or no friend, this was an unforgiveable sin which drove him absolutely to the brink of his own sanity. In his mind, she'd moved away from him under the shelter of another man only to spite him. She'd isolated him from his only child, and for that, he was finally driven to associate Honnete with a word that was so vile to him, he'd used it on only one other person in his life: hate.
He hated her now. And if she didn't know it already, she will know it very, very soon.
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Wed Nov 01, 2006 @ 06:01pm · 1 Comments |
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